Sadness

Sadness is a very human emotion.
It shapes who we are,
By biting, stinging,
And by, slowly, surely,
Day by day,
Month by month,
Year by year,
Eroding our core,
Until our strength wears thin.
It defines who we are,
Through our loss,
Through our pain.
And it is real.
Sadness is real.
Anyone who says otherwise
Is not human,
For sadness connects us.
We may not all find love,
Or joy,
But we all feel sadness;
Sorrow, grief, mourning, regret--
Sadness has many names.
But its almost tender fingers
Touch all of us:
Brush against every human heart.
You see it in our eyes
And in our weary souls.